it may be time to stop reading when ....

The blogs you read creep into your dreams.

Last week, I had a dream we were at the Superbowl with Suzi. We had great seats, but she was on her way to the owners box.

Wednesday night, I had a dream I was at work, but instead of selling phones, we were selling art. And Sue & Charlotte just happened to come in.

Last night I had a dream I was meeting my favorite little green boy in Kansas. Which was probably a direct result of our phone conversation yesterday.

I'm not complaining, because I'm actually dreaming, which means I am sleeping, and sleeping well because the good sleep comes during r.e.m. where you dream.

So, it's all good.

Tell me about your blog dreams!